On Darkness

‘when we fuck we go to the dark gods’

Just hold that thought between your glist’ning thighs
resist the urge to let the bastard in
for penetration’s sanity’s demise.


Moist oral appetiser’s a disguise,
soft whisper merely heavy petting’s twin;
just hold that thought between your glist’ning thighs.


This stark desire still burns behind the eyes;
all thoughts of chastity will soon wear thin
for penetration’s sanity’s demise.


Crepuscular embrace would be unwise,
as flesh parts, darkness slides against the skin,
just hold that thought between your glist’ning thighs


lest it give way to grim dysphoric guise.
Beware the false serenity within
for penetration’s sanity’s demise.


Dark gods will bathe in rapture and baptise;
anoint with balm of rank addiction’s kin.
Just hold that thought between your glist’ning thighs
for penetration’s sanity’s demise.


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One response to “On Darkness

  1. Becky Kilsby

    What a delicious poem this is…..you so well show the temptations….the desire…the wilful submission……the subsequent obsessions… Mmmm…sounds pretty dark…I love your language..so tactile. Your refrains are really strong…is that where you started? I’m intrigued by the villanelle and I’m really looking forward to having a subject that lends itself. Think this works beautifully. Thank you for today’s poetry fix……

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